Choices

When time past

drowns out time present

and memory roams free

When you share a glass

with the here and now

but drink from

the fount of gone

When in every face

you see

you see the face

you’d rather see

There is a choice to be made -

Dance to the rhythm of the wind

Or settle gently in the dust?

Smile at the cocky child you meet. And share with him a sugared treat

Or weep over

what might’ve should’ve could’ve been?

Smile

Or

Weep

Winter Spring Summer Fall

Winter Fall Spring Summer

Spring

Summer

There is a choice to be made

Seasons to lose. Seasons to gain.